PULPIT OF SIN! Shock As Kampala Pastor Sodomises 500 boys…Lures them with Chips, Juice & 50k
-He sodomises three boys everyday.
-He cannot step on the pulpit to preach before sodomising a young boy.
-He doesn’t eat food prepared by his wife at home.
-He instead cooks for himself at Church.
-He trusts the young boys turned ‘lovers’ he sodomises more than his own family
By Pepper Intelligence Unit
In the bible, Genesis 19:1-38, the writer talks about how ancient cities Sodom and Gomorrah were destroyed by God with fire and brimstone due to extreme wickedness.
It reads: “When the two angels came to Sodom that evening, Lot was sitting at the city gate. As soon as he saw them, he got up and went to meet them. He bowed down before them and said, “Sirs, I am here to serve you. Please come to my house. You can wash your feet and stay the night. In the morning you can get up early and go on your way.” But they answered, “No, we will spend the night here in the city square.” He kept on urging them, and finally they went with him to his house. Lot ordered his servants to bake some bread and prepare a fine meal for the guests. When it was ready, they ate it. Before the guests went to bed, the men of Sodom surrounded the house. All the men of the city, both young and old, were there. They called out to Lot and asked, “Where are the men who came to stay with you tonight? Bring them out to us!” The men of Sodom wanted to have sex with them. Lot went outside and closed the door behind him. He said to them, “Friends, I beg you, don’t do such a wicked thing! Look, I have two daughters who are still virgins. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do whatever you want with them. But don’t do anything to these men; they are guests in my house, and I must protect them.” But they said, “Get out of our way, you foreigner! Who are you to tell us what to do? Out of our way, or we will treat you worse than them.” They pushed Lot back and moved up to break down the door. But the two men inside reached out, pulled Lot back into the house, and shut the door. Then they struck all the men outside with blindness, so that they couldn’t find the door. The two men said to Lot, “If you have anyone else here — sons, daughters, sons-in-law, or any other relatives living in the city — get them out of here, because we are going to destroy this place. The LORD has heard the terrible accusations against these people and has sent us to destroy Sodom.” Then Lot went to the men that his daughters were going to marry, and said, “Hurry up and get out of here; the LORD is going to destroy this place.” But they thought he was joking. At dawn the angels tried to make Lot hurry. “Quick!” they said. “Take your wife and your two daughters and get out, so that you will not lose your lives when the city is destroyed.” Lot hesitated. The LORD, however, had pity on him; so the men took him, his wife, and his two daughters by the hand and led them out of the city. Then one of the angels said, “Run for your lives! Don’t look back and don’t stop in the valley. Run to the hills, so that you won’t be killed.” But Lot answered, “No, please don’t make us do that, sir. You have done me a great favour and saved my life. But the hills are too far away; the disaster will overtake me, and I will die before I get there. Do you see that little town? It is near enough. Let me go over there — you can see it is just a small place — and I will be safe.”
He answered, “All right, I agree. I won’t destroy that town. Hurry! Run! I can’t do anything until you get there.” Because Lot called it small, the town was named Zoar. The sun was rising when Lot reached Zoar. Suddenly the LORD rained burning sulphur on the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah and destroyed them and the whole valley, along with all the people there and everything that grew on the land. But Lot’s wife looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt. Early the next morning Abraham hurried to the place where he had stood in the presence of the LORD. He looked down at Sodom and Gomorrah and the whole valley and saw smoke rising from the land, like smoke from a huge furnace. But when God destroyed the cities of the valley where Lot was living, he kept Abraham in mind and allowed Lot to escape to safety. Because Lot was afraid to stay in Zoar, he and his two daughters moved up into the hills and lived in a cave.”
Now, many years later, the same sin has engulfed a city church.
Behind the thunderous “Amen!” and dramatic altar calls, a storm has been quietly brewing in one of the city’s most flamboyant ministries—a storm now threatening to rip the roof off a pulpit [of sin] many once believed was heaven-sent.
For years, this charismatic preacher, televangelist, author—known for his casual wears, late-night sermons, and miracle claims that could make even the doubting Thomas clap—has been the darling of thousands.
But whispers, once dismissed as jealous gossip from rival churches, have now grown into a chorus of chilling testimonies from young men who claim the man of God runs a secret world far removed from the gospel he preaches.
Whereas he has a beautiful wife and old children, he has his hidden secret—a penchant for young men’s bums—read sodomy.
“He didn’t just start yesterday,” one alleged victim says, voice low but steady with the weight of years. “This thing has been going on since 1988. That’s when people first tried to expose him. But nothing happened.”
Nineteen eighty-eight when the NRM government has just come in power.
The same year early voices attempted to raise alarm, the same era when, according to insiders, the pattern began—a pattern that allegedly stretches across decades, across hundreds of lives, and across a system many now say looked the other way.
“The victims tried to speak,” the source continues. “Even a singing group came out at some point and exposed him. But the story just died. Like it was buried.”
Buried, but not gone.
Because according to multiple accounts now emerging, what was buried has been festering.
The numbers being whispered are staggering. Some claim over 500 young men have been ‘bonked’ over the years.
“Even straight men and women don’t reach those numbers,” one source scoffs. “And this was already being talked about as far back as 2006. Imagine. Twenty years ago people were already counting.”
The claims are chilling. Young boys allegedly lured, coerced, threatened. Sessions described not as prayer, but as something darker, something forced, something that one source bluntly calls “anointing at gunpoint.”
“You enter his office thinking you’re going to pray,” another source says. “But you are put on a gun point, told to undress and bend over for bum drilling. You leave questioning everything you believed in.”
“In return?” another voice says bitterly. “You get a small envelope. Maybe fifty thousand. Chips. Juice. Like that is supposed to erase what just happened.”
The alleged methods, according to these testimonies, were as calculated as they were cruel.
Silence, they say, is enforced not just by fear—but by power.
“He would have you arrested,” one alleged victim claims. “Drag you to police, court. Make sure you fear even opening your mouth.”
Others speak of intimidation that go beyond legal threats.
“He has connections,” one voice says. “You try to speak, you disappear from the conversation. Completely.”
The pastor’s public image, polished and powerful, now clashes violently with the private picture painted by these accounts.
“I know his personal life,” one alleged victim says in a long, emotional recounting. “I know all his secrets. He doesn’t even sleep in the same bedroom as his wife.”
According to this testimony, the pastor’s home life is strained, distant, almost performative.
“Sometimes his wife would come to the church crying,” the source says. “Begging him, asking, ‘People say things about you. That you sodomise young men in the church at night, how do I defend you when you don’t come home?’”
The late nights became routine.
“He returns at 2am, 3am. Always at church. Always busy sodomising young men.”
And then there are the details that paint a picture both strange and unsettling.
“He doesn’t eat food prepared by his wife at home,” the source continues. “He instead cooks for himself at Church. He trusts the young men turned ‘lovers’ he sodomises more than his own family.”
Promises, it seems, were central to the alleged system.
“He would tell you, ‘I will make you big. I will connect you. You will become rich’ He would name people; say they are successful because of him.”
But those promises, many claim, rarely materialized.
“He promised me Sh25 million,” one alleged victim says. “What did I get? Fifty thousand Shillings. Chips. Juice. Then he tells you, ‘Go home.’”
Others claim even bigger pledges that never came.
“One boy was promised one hundred thousand dollars,” a source says. “Up to now… nothing.”
Perhaps most disturbing are claims about ritual-like behavior.
“He cannot even step on the pulpit to preach unless he has sodomised some young man,” one insider alleges. “Like it gives him energy. Like it prepares him.”
The acts, they claim, are sometimes framed in spiritual language.
“He would say, ‘I want to anoint you,’” another voice recounts. “But when you enter that room… you realize this is not prayer.”
Some describe him as completely transformed in those moments.
“It’s like he becomes another person,” a source says. “Like he loses his senses. Like something has taken over him.”
The locations, according to accounts, are many.
His church offices. Bathrooms. Toilets. Private rooms. Rented apartments.
“He even furnished some places outside just for that,” one voice claims, adding that he has over six bonking pads around Kampala for sodomy purposes.
Others speak of frequency that is hard to comprehend.
“Sometimes he sodomises three boys in one day,” an insider alleges quietly.
And the consequences?
“They don’t just go away,” one victim says. “Some people were left in pain. Real pain.”
As the whispers grow louder, another layer of allegations has begun to emerge—claims of protection, of interference, of influence.
“They say investigations never go far,” one source claims. “Because money changes hands. Senior police officers are on his payroll.”
There are even darker allegations of victims being silenced forcefully.
“Those who try to speak…” the voice trails off. “Things happen to them including death.”
Now, the public is beginning to ask questions that were once unthinkable.
How could something like this continue for so long? Was it fear? Was it power? Was it blind faith? Or was it all of the above?
Meanwhile, within the church, the atmosphere is tense.
Some members are in denial.
“This is an attack!” one loyal follower insists. “Our pastor is being fought!”
Others are no longer so sure.
“When you hear so many voices saying the same thing…” one congregant whispers. “You start to wonder.”
Outside, Kampala is buzzing.
From taxi parks to office corridors, from TikTok, WhatsApp groups to TV bulletins, the story is spreading like wildfire.
And at the center of it all stands a man who once seemed untouchable. Now surrounded by questions. By allegations. By a past that refuses to stay buried. And by a present that is closing in.
Because in a country where faith runs deep but truth, eventually, runs deeper…
The question now is no longer whether people are talking. It is whether anyone will finally listen and take on this pastor head on to answer for his sins like God did to Sodom and Gomorrah.
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